[Sadistik] Veins as a road map, grabbing cold black in a throat that Will not hold old habit, Kodak moments pass I wrote spots on a toe-tag, the old made me so sad That no taste of Cognac or Prozac antidote, twisting my skull Out with the head, head like a hole Nine Inch Nails pressed to the bone Go out alone, try and fail, I inhaled dead to the world Ethanol on your pedestal, burning chemical burns hurt worse than skeletal, so skeptical at first, perfect Cursive in hell, the sweet silver bells all seem to say leave please Demons will play, eating out, new and old, food for the soul - The less you know, the less you feel I am cursed with intelligence that I can not heal Kneel, kill, death to the bourgeois, proletariat with the new song Noose on a bony neck, loneliness, opiate, and a bruised jaw God is not, no one owns me, there is no work, no robot, no cold feet No God, just strong, homeless, soulless sold-so-so-long [Lotte Kestner] Pay attention to paint peeling Slow as the burn you feel Break the heart you should never have You can bury anything In the forest [Eyedea] I'm a living wire in a dead world, I'm a good boy, but I'm a better girl7 Eyes closed, finger on the trigger, a different inch I'm free You are a widow, liver of liquor, Suboxone under my tongue Dull, once again to die young I had fun, watching dad try to run, but he left a black hole inside his son If we're being Frank, I'm an average Joe, cop shop Jake and Johnny, Jack and Coca-Cola, 6 their only tsunami Honestly, I could not even get to the back row So how do you expect me to drown, upset or hurt me You and what army, we're clear, I'm here In a rearview mirror, coming to a theater near you To push you away from your fears, corner him It's usually break-a-leg, she told me to break a heart I did not know what to say exactly, so I left And then I thought I should at least have told her, thank you But that's how it goes, where the grass grows There is a past in the time capsule, I am drawn to your shadow All the last drip until I'm broke Let's make this storm feel clean, the war machine of the cowardly man Blue plots, plots and schemes, ripened fruits, rotten dreams Without thinking, I told a lie, nothing I would not do to save my own behind I'm a live wire burning dead inside But I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead until I die Yes, cut your wrists on a glass slide I can not change my past, but I can kiss it now and make it last Remove trash, break, burn, another relapse Make meat rework maybe There is an intermittent smile and frown behind his mask